TGIF

We have achieved a level of peace in the house since I adopted Chester from the shrubbery where once he dwelled.

It hasn’t always been easy or comfortable, especially for Miss Kitty.

She has long been the ruling princess here, my sole object of pet attention and affection…and this suited her quite well.

She did not have to share space with anyone and I think she believed this to be the right and proper way things ought to be.

Then came Chester.

A huge, loud, messy, oaf who wakes us up with his howling for food at all hours of the night, then can’t seem to keep his food in the dish, scattering it all over the floor.

Once fed and immediately after he bathes, he breaks forth with the foulest of gaseous emissions…we go though a lot of Febreeze.

He has to sleep somewhere and somewhere is either on my bed or in my chair…which are the places Miss Kitty sleeps according to her mood.

Now, she often must take whatever space is available.

All of this is challenge enough…but she also must see me give attention and affection to another cat.

Another cat that she did not know previously and was not already friends with.

It is a difficult thing for her to accept…but she has, for the most part, accepted it.

Chester has tried to make it as easy as possible for her.

He knows it was her house first.

He tries to be humble and deferential to her when he could easily overwhelm her with his size.

He is simply grateful to be here…the weather has turned and the shrubbery is frozen.

Last night they both slept on the bed…one on one side of me, one on the other.

We three were at peace.

How did we get here?

I believe it’s because these cats innately know the heart of their master.

Missy knows I love Chester and Chester knows I love Miss Kitty…so they know it’s expected they they should care for each other.

Despite being very different cats, they know they have me in common.

They know that in the masters house they will be cared for and loved, but conflict is unacceptable.

They know that the other is as loved and accepted as they are by me and therefore they must make every effort to see what I see in the other.

They value their relationship with me more than their differences with each other.

We have become a fine blended family.

Thus, I submit that cats are both smarter and holier than most people.

Make your own application…